Monday, November 8, 2010

Untitled #?

This world of guilty pleasures
referring back to the same old images
which all mean nothing
It seems I should write about
poor little pigeons
squirrels
cats
and roadkill
Guts of belly
and blood soaked fur
cracked skulls
on the curb side
the important
real stuff
no more serial criticism
the bullshit will rot hot
the rhetoric to be debatable
datable
thus,
therefore,
a lack thereof:
Hope.
Could never commit myself
to the longevity
of a tattoo,
she'd end up a nihilist
another cold, dead heart
Tentacles sucking pores
pouring rain
living by ideals
to accept violence
but do not tell it;
to tell violence
but do not show it;
to show violence
but do not do it;
to do violence
but do not do it too badly.
Do you know where I'm coming from?
Besides my balls
and chain
green in the face
leaving it to the reader
to interpret
to stir it hot.
But,
make it real
ambiguous
he says
not for the benefit of the reader
but to counter all depth
with shallow notions
of shallow ideologies
of mass
market
topic
laden
cuckoo nests,
experimental frameworks
of the NAIVE
NAIVE
NAIVE.
Writers, writers,
call me academic,
intellectual;
I smoked five joints, drank seven beers, ate cake and pizza and it all ended up in the toilet.
Brain fizzling.
Call it excess,
I call it the circle of life
the holy grail
and the fountain.
Can you believe
they have once mistaken me
for a Jesusfreak?
& I have simply
mistaken them all for freaks.

1 comment:

Chasch said...

So I read this and though: He must have had so much fun writing this.

Then I thought: This thing is made to be read aloud — please let us have a beer-laced heart-rape social gathering so Jordano can read this piece and at moments pause and look at us with a naughty twinkle in his eye.

Anyway, well, it was fun to read and I can't wait to hear it. It's teeming with the usual stuff you're so good at: disillusioned youth, diseased excess, revolt against society, bursting metaphors, clever allusions, phrase restructuring at once obscure and enlightening... My favorite bit:

to accept violence
but do not tell it;
to tell violence
but do not show it;
to show violence
but do not do it;
to do violence
but do not do it too badly.
Do you know where I'm coming from?